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Friday, August 18, 2006

Last Sunday, Corey did a lovely post on her friend, Shelly and French bluecafé au lait bols. I was reminded of the bleu bowls I saw while window shopping on rue Notre-Dame Des Champs last May in the 6ème.By the way lèche-vitrine (licking windows) is how you say window shopping in French -- it feels more accurate somehow.Are windows just more delicious in France?

*Here's a travel tip. It takes a good week and a half to get your eyes above window level in Paris. Then you can start to see the amazing architecture.Don't even try before 1 1/2 weeks...useless in my opinion.

I don't even drink coffee but I've always loved thesebleucafébols. There's something about them that says grandmother's kitchen, something homey and comfortable. Maybe I've seen too many old French movies.

OK...So one GREEN bowl snuck in here. But these window still lifes are just too beautiful. Does Cézanne or Chardin own this shop? I bought a redand white café au lait bowl in France way back, made by Genevieve Lethu. I filled it with peaches and thought I'd paint it for this post...but no go :( It seems theMACARONS are still flying around in my head. Or maybe if the bowl had been BLEU?

Painted or not, the peaches in the red and white cafe au lait bowl still look great. I think you have a really good eye for colour Carol. I also love the blue pottery items. The photos you post look great and remind me of my own trip to Paris earlier this year. Keep up the good work!

I collect blue and white dishes – I just can't get enough of them. Something about the old transfer ware really attracts me like a magpie. Have you ever seen the Burleigh designs? English, not French, but beautiful.

hi carol, I WANT, I WANT, I WANT! (sorry, my morning coffee has made me a tad hyper ;))preferably a bleu set of 6, all in artfully mismatched designs...sigh...as always, a post of breathtaking beauty...

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♥carol gillott♥

l'Ile Saint Louis, Paris, Ile de France, France

Hi I'm Carol Gillott,
My Mom taught me watercolors at 5. I'm still at it, now tripping over cobblestones, living in a 6th-floor garret on l'Ile Saint-Louis, Paris. Read Parisbreakfast with a hot chocolate and croissant.
I paint Paris breakfasts.